The Billionaire's Forever by Ava Claire

luxuriously around each post, but he didn’t take me back indoors.
    I watched him stride toward the pool’s edge, a living statue of muscle and sin. I could literally watch him walk back and forth, buck naked and come without even touching myself. But once he submerged himself in the water and gave me a look, I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy...and I had to force myself to maintain my composure and not bolt into his arms and cannonball into the water.
    I loved the way the air felt on me. I loved the way his eyes felt on me. Touching, lingering without lifting a finger.
    I found my way down the stairs. The weight of the water coated me as he took my hand and stopped me on the bottom step.
    “Right here.”
    I frowned. “Here?” I bit my lip. “On the steps?” His movements answered me as he lowered me down. My bottom made contact with the slick surface and he came forward, spreading me. He drew his cock up and down my opening until I found myself lifting my hips and pleading with my eyes.
    “You want me inside you.”
    There was no holding back the moan when he thrust inside me, a single, piercing thrust before he slid out, tempting my entrance again. Waiting for my answer.
    “Yes.” I breathed deeply. “I need you inside me.”
    His eyes were as blue and soothing as the water as moved in me. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
    His fingertips caressed my wet skin, tugging at my nipples until he could wait no longer. He drove into the water and gripped my bottom, drilling deeper, harder, eyes no longer soothing but fierce and wild.
    He balanced my bottom with one hand, using the other to find my clitoris and rotated his thumb around it slowly and quickly. The speed, his hands, our bodies built to a maddening pitch.
    “I’m so close,” I gasped, arching up as I felt my toes curl and the electricity of the orgasm close enough to light me up from head to toe.
    “Come,” he said thickly, his thrusts more demanding, his face contorting with his own proximity to bliss, everything taut and feral as I felt the warmth of him filling me.
    Paradise. It was more than this Caribbean escape. Heaven was in his arms.
    Heaven was Jacob.
     

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    "Leila?"
    I twisted in the covers, the soft Egyptian cotton too perfect to give up. "Five more minutes, Jacob." I figured he'd be more than a little understanding considering he was the reason I was so exhausted in the first place.
    The pool had been just the beginning. He took me on the stairs, then up against the side with my legs on his shoulders, showing me I was much more flexible than I gave myself credit for. We'd barely made it back inside the house before I got to see the craftsmanship of the travertine tiles up close and personal. And then there was washing up. Water raining around me beneath the rain fall shower head--with his head between my thighs.
    The room came in focus, but I squeezed my eyes shut. I let out a groan and flipped the other way.
    "Leila?"
    My eyes flew open. That wasn't Jacob's voice. I lurched from the bed, yanking the sheets to my chest. I wasn't naked to the world since I'd pulled on a tank at some point in the night, but I was close enough considering there was some strange woman standing in the doorway.
    She didn't seem threatening, standing in the door with a mug in her hand. She had to be barely five feet with a petite frame to match. Her features were angular and accentuated by a pageboy haircut and white blond hair. She wore a heather gray Ramones T-shirt, cut off denim shorts and cowboy boots. She obviously wasn’t there to steal my clothing because I could tell just from looking at her she was more fashion conscious than my wardrobe could provide. Not to mention my clothes would swallow her tiny frame whole.
    She arched a single eyebrow, intensely blue eyes taking me in warily.
    I would have put a hand on my hip if that meant not releasing the cover. She was an intruder. I’d be doing all the glaring, thank you very much.
    I came forward